MUMBAI
Mumbai
morn
Scores of shitters
dot the railscape
amidst the clangor
of trains passing by
They discuss the politicians
and compare them
to the stink they raise.
Mumbai Noon
The
sun is high
The heat is on
Time for a breather
Before the city
Rushes back
In its quest for
Eternal fortunes
Soaring spirits
Celebrate the end
Of yet another day
Cynics are thrown off
The stairway to success
Now teeming with
All those with
A sliver of hope
Beaming from their eyes.
Mumbai
nite
'Tis
the time to dream
as the lights come on
and the lune takes over
Hopes and aspirations
are rekindled
by the glitter and glamour
of stardust shining bright.
~
Deepak Amembal~
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